#yellowjackets x reader

۶ৎ lottie matthews

lottie has got to be the most thrilled of them all

you probably haven’t even gotten undressed when you tell her. you’re making out, being handsy all over one another when you pull back and whisper the words that makes her head immediately short-circuit.

“i want you to get me pregnant.” you breathe heavily against her lips, not even realizing what you’re saying.

lottie would look at you with wide eyes from being both stunned and incredibly turned on. out of all the yellowjackets, this girl absolutely has the biggest breeding kink. she wants to show the claim she has of you. she’s daydreamed about cumming inside of you so many times, even when you two are fucking and she needs a bit of a push to finish quicker.

so if she wasn’t hard yet, she most definitely is after you whisper those words. to the point it’s almost painful. and when your hand finally meets her cock, she’s so reactive it’s not even funny.

she probably clumsily reaches for the condoms in her side table drawer but is stopped by your hand grabbing her arm. she’d look at you bashfully, mumbling a ‘right’ before getting back to business.

and when she’s finally inside you, feeling you raw for the first time? she almost cums on the spot. the way you swallow her whole, and how warm and tight you are makes her feel like you were made just for her. that only reminds her further that soon enough you’ll be carrying her baby, marking you as hers in a completely new for the world to see.

with every thrust she’d whisper how she’s going to take care of everything. she’ll get a job (even though she’s rich), she’ll stop partying, convert the frat house to a perfect nursery, buy all the necessities, etc.

that night you go for many many rounds. more than either of you have ever done because lottie wants to stuff you full of her load so it would make your chances “better” when in reality just the scene of seeing her cum drip out of you is something she never wants to leave her head.

۶ৎ jackie taylor

jackie is definitely the sappy type.

when you tell her, she stops mid-thrust and just looks at you with a nervous smile and excited eyes. jackie wants to make sure you’re sure, so she spends a minute or two asking if this is really what you want.

after about the third time you tell her yes, she pulls your body into hers, hugging you close as she returns to her steady movements. you and jackie are usually the ones to pull out and get the pill the next morning, so she’s always bare inside of you.

your legs are wrapped around her waist as she moves her head down to be face-to-face with you. she spends the whole time with her lips connected to yours, whispering about how great of a mom you’re going to be over your whimpers and moans.

jackie is picturing the future with every kiss you share—you pregnant with her baby, running around on the beach with your little ones, how much they’d look like a perfect mix of the two of you, and everything that comes after.

at the end of the day, jackie is still ‘fratboy jackie’ so when you tell her you’re close, a cocky smirk definitely makes its way across her face. the way you clench around her so tight makes her let go at that moment.

“mmm, you’re gonna take it all, right, honey? you’re gonna look so pretty with my baby inside of you.” jackie rasps, hips stuttering as her orgasm washes over her.

afterwards she will shower your face in kisses and immediately get all tender and sweet. she probably also thanks you because she’s been wanting this secretly for so long.

۶ৎ shauna shipman

now shauna…she’s been pestering you to let her cum inside of you for forever.

you’re not sure if it’s how turned on you are or the amount of baby videos you’ve been seeing recently, but you finally cave. little do you know shauna actually stole your phone one night while you were sleeping and began liking videos to mess with your algorithm.

now shauna doesn’t thank you, she gives you her signature grin while saying something extremely smug. it would turn you off if it was anyone else, but it’s shauna and you love just how she is.

much like lottie, she wants to get you pregnant to have a claim on you, but her intentions are a bit more prominent than lottie’s. of course she’ll also love to be parents, but what drives her is marking what’s hers, and giving you something no one else ever could.

she is 100% rough that night. in her mind, after this you may be pregnant and she doesn’t want to hurt you or the baby so she wants your last night to end with a hoorah. her pace is quick, hard, and fast. she wants you to feel this night for the next week.

when she hits a specific spot, you beg for her to keep going and let you cum, but she just forcefully grabs your jaw to make you look at her and says that she’s not here to make you feel good because your orgasm doesn’t matter, only hers.

you end up panting and begging ‘please’ constantly to the point that shauna either shoves her fingers in your mouth or covers it with her hand.

“you want to cum? aw, that’s too bad.” shauna mocks, laughing at the tears running down your face.

and when her load starts to drip out of you, she plunges her fingers into you, shoving them deep into you so you don’t waste any of her.

۶ৎ natalie scatorccio

unlike any of the others, nat is scared

obviously she didn’t have the best upbringing as a kid or even teenager, and she has spent her whole adulthood being careful so she doesn’t get anyone pregnant, so she freezes when you tell her.

it may be a mood killer because the air that was once filled with tension and heat is now gone, but you’ll do anything to make sure nat is okay. you have to spend a few minutes reassuring her and reminding her you don’t have to anything she doesn’t want to, but after telling her how great of a parent she’d be and you’d both go through the journey together, she relaxes.

you probably jokingly tell her that you’ll be the first person she ever has sex with raw, and that sure as hell gets her back in the mood right away.

you were most likely on her lap when you were consoling her, so she wraps an arm around you and flips you both over. her dimples are so striking when she’s looking at you, now that her head is filled with so many pleasant images of your future. she’s looking at you like you’re her whole world.

she’s very much on the more “making love” side of sex. probably more as a beginning of her more gentle side.

the position i picture is either nat sitting on her legs while your hips are pushed into hers so she can see your whole body and facial expressions, or face-to-face with her hand intertwined with yours by your head.

nat actually doesn’t last long considering this her first time ever being bare in someone, and it’s you at that. every clench of your walls around her, and every moan from your mouth just pushes her closer and closer to the edge.

praise praise praise!!

“you’re so beautiful. i can just look at you like this all night.” nat pants, her thrusts becoming irregular at the tightness forming in her.

Lottie tried to move away, but your bed was way too small, all she could do was lay and hope that you didn’t move your hips any more. This, however, was not the case. In your sleep, you moved your hips back, grinding right against Lottie. 

A soft whine escaped your lips as Lottie’s bulge pressed right against the wet spot on your underwear, “(Y/n)?” Lottie asked, checking to see if you’re awake. Lottie moved about an inch back, all that the small bed allowed her to do. She looked at her boxers, the gray pair was now stained from the growing wet spot on your underwear. 

‘If I get off once then I can go back to sleep,’ Lottie thought, her mind too clouded with lust to consider any other solution. Her hand grazed over her throbbing cock, removing it from her boxers and beginning to pump it in her hand. Then, you moved back, her tip was pressed right against the wet spot on your underwear. 

It felt too good for Lottie to try and turn and face the other way and you were soaked anyways, ‘it wouldn’t be that big of a deal, I need this,’ Lottie thought, placing her hand on your hip and beginning to grind her cock against the soaked patch of your underwear. She slowly brought your hips closer to her, trying not to wake you as she continued to grind against you. 

Soft whimpers left both yours and Lottie’s lips, but what had caught Lottie’s attention was the moan of her name that you let out. Suddenly, Lottie’s hips were moving faster than she had meant to – she was unable to control herself. Even in your sleep, you were responding to Lottie’s movements, pressing your core against her cock. Lottie could hardly contain her own moans, she was more focused on trying not to cum from grinding against your underwear. 

“L-Lottie?” You sleepily called out, sounding far more awake this time. 

Lottie’s movements stopped, her hand dropping from your hip as she froze, “(Y-Y/n)?” You turned to face her, half-asleep and not quite sure if this was a dream or not. Lottie’s hands moved to her cock, trying to cover herself. 

You looked down, noticing the very visible hard-on that Lottie could barely conceal with her hands, ‘this must be a dream,’ you thought, ‘there’s no way Lottie Matthews got hard because of me.’ 

Without another word, you slipped off your panties, discarding them off the side of the bed, “I want more.” I mumbled. Lottie’s cock throbbed at your words and her hands moved back to your hip, her other on her cock as she pushed her cock through your wet folds, lubing it up. Your eyes closed, still drifting in and out of sleep and debating on whether or not this was a dream. 

“Y-You’re so wet.” Lottie whispered, scared that if she was too loud you would fully wake up and realize what a perv Lottie Matthews really was. 

Lottie’s cock rested at your entrance, she was shaking from how badly she wanted this. You were soaked, leaking onto her tip and causing Lottie to push her tip inside of you. Lottie moaned, trying not to cum just from that small action alone, “So fucking tight.” Lottie moaned, “So fucking wet.” Lottie took a deep breath to calm down, wanting to be able to properly fuck you before cumming. 

Lottie slowly pushed another inch into you. She pulled back before thrusting, making you take another inch of her with every thrust. It didn’t take long before her cock was buried in you and Lottie was biting her lip, trying not to scream your name from how you clamped down around her cock with every buck of her hips. 

Lottie had really tried not to cum too soon, but the second she heard your sleepy voice moan out her name once again; Lottie’s cock slammed into you, filling you up as she came. Lottie bit down on the blanket, trying desperately to stop the stream of moans falling from her lips as she pumped her load inside you. 

Your eyes shot open as you felt Lottie fill you up, the action making you clamp down around her cock once more as you came, your own orgasm fully waking you up. 

You and Natalie have never been particularly close, you’ve never had anything against her and she’s never had a problem with you, you just ran in different circles, all throughout high school, apart from the football team where you both played similar positions.

Your relationship never went further than polite good mornings in the locker room and the occasional pat on the back when each of you scored a goal— until the crash.

It seemed the plane falling from the sky took more than lives. It was slowly changing Wiskayok high’s carefully curated social structure— Jackie, soccer team captain and homecoming queen went from the most popular girl in school to the group’s black sheep. Shauna and Tai who, before the crash only spoke football strategy, were becoming closer by the day— which put a frown on your captain’s face. And in your turn you were slowly, but steadily, becoming dangerously close to Nat.

You suppose it was bound to happen. After the two of you got picked as the team hunters— turns out, hunting with your grandfather when you were little was good for something, after all.

But the two of you did more than just hunt— much more, in fact. But who could blame you? After all, did they seriously expect the two of you to hunt for hours on end with no breaks? Sure, you were good. But you were also only human— well, worse. Teenagers. With nothing else to do but each other.

When the sky starts to go from pure blue to various shades of orange you suggest going back to the cabin, claiming that you’ve both done enough hunting for the day, and that the girls will just have to deal with it and make do with what you’ve caught so far.

But something twists inside your stomach— an unfamiliar longing sensation that you’ve never quite had, well except from when you’re close to Nat— or rather when you’re about to part from her.

You’ve made sure your… Relationship? Situationship? Friends with benefits? Or whatever was going on between the both of you stayed hidden from the others. After all, you already had Jackie Taylor complaining, nonstop, about the lack of food as if she, herself, hadn’t completely fumbled the most basic of gun practice tests. You couldn’t imagine what she’d say if she caught wind of the fact that you and Natalie were more interested in exploring each other than the forest.

You get so lost in your whirlwind of thoughts that you miss the oak tree root protruding from the ground— resulting in you almost face planting onto the floor, if it weren’t for Nat holding onto your waist and saving you last minute, you’d probably have done just that.

“Jesus— you alright?”

Your face turns beet red. “Yea, yes. Just… lost my footing for a second.” You explained, very badly so.

Nat’s hand doesn’t leave your waist even after she’d turned you around to check your face for bruising. Instead, her thumb traces your hipbone in slow— agonising circles. That make your stomach do summersaults.

Her concerned expression soon turns into a cocky one. And you catch a hint of a lazy smirk slowly making its way onto her lips. “Watch where you’re going next time. Hm? Princess.” She asks, sarcastically. Before winking your way and finally letting go of your waist.

You have to stop the involuntary wine that threatens to leave your parted lips at the loss of contact. And, in a moment of pure weakness— or unbridled stupidity. You slip your hand inside of hers.

Nat stops in her tracks when she feels the heat of your hand against her own. But, instead of pulling away she just stares at your joined hands. Almost fascinated, if not a little taken aback. Like she couldn’t believe someone willingly would want any sort of contact with her that wasn’t innately sexual.

You swear you can almost see her blink back tears, as the flesh of her cheek makes its way in between her canines, before she squeezes your hand tightly and rubs her thumb over your palm.

“Don’t worry, princess. I won’t let your clumsy ass fall.” She says, in an attempt to hide how much the small act of affection actually means to her.

You suppose it means more even now with how much the two of you have been relying on each other. After all, everyone was already getting a little touch starved, a little antsy due to the lack of contact with the real world.

For you and Nat that feeling was even worse. With the two of you leaving at sunrise and only returning at sunset. You had almost no contact with the other girls, only with each other.

Except, what once would’ve been extremely awkward. Now, it was comforting. In fact, you found yourself wondering why you and Natalie hadn’t been close before. Because the more you learned about her the more you liked her, the more you related to her. Not to the brash, rude, cocky persona she put on but to the girl underneath the sarcasm and the unbothered attitude. The empathetic, kind one hidden behind the eyeliner and the snark.

As you walk through the dense forest— hand in hand. You pass the plane. What was once a shiny, private and new top of the line piece of machinery was now a bunch of scraps and traumatic memories.

Well.

And yours and Nat’s newfound make out place if you wanna get specific.

You stop in your tracks and squeeze her hand, tightly. Telling her to stop without using your words.

Natalie glances at you with a confused look. Before raising her eyebrows in understanding and curling her lips into a smirk— cocky but also soft in nature, just like her.

“Don’t tell me I’ve been rubbing off on you princess.” She jokes, but does nothing to stop you from pulling her inside the wreckage.

You don’t speak, you don’t even give her an answer or an explanation. But given the sheer look of determination— or rather desperation on your face. Natalie doesn’t need a verbatim answer from you. The glimmer of mischief in your eyes is enough.

Once inside, Natalie takes the rifle off of her shoulder and throws it to the side. The gun lands with a loud crack in between two of the seats that survived the harsh plane crash. She should probably be more careful with the only gun currently available— key word should. Because, right now, the only thing she’s interested in is feeling your skin against hers, as soon as possible. The bag holding the few rabbits that you’ve managed to catch suffers the same fate— tossed in the same direction of the rifle with a similar lack of care.

Natalie then proceeds to sit down on the floor. Back pressed against one of the blood stained walls of the plane before patting her lap with the grace of a drunk Rutgers frat boy and telling you to come take a seat.

You don’t need an invitation for that— immediately slinging one of your legs over her lap, sitting right in the middle of her lap and circling her neck with your arms before pulling her closer. Your lips immediately crash against hers in a frenzied kiss— your teeth clash at the shock and it takes the both of you a few tries until you find a rhythm that works for the both of you. Her tongue pokes your bottom lip, begging for entrance and she moans in delight once she’s given what she’s craving— full, unrestrained access to your mouth… and your body.

Your tongues dance around one another— pulling, sucking and swirling around each of your mouths and mixing your saliva in an electric dance. Natalie catches your bottom lip in between her teeth and sucks hard. Leaving it bruised and throbbing before she releases your flesh from between her teeth and lets you come up for air.

But you’re not satisfied, you want more. More of her on you, more of her lips, of her flesh. Of her body on yours. Always on yours. Always with you.

You take a moment to gaze at her face and take in her expression. Studying her like she’s the most beautiful portrait inside some renowned museum.

Nat’s face is flushed, but her smirk never disappears, never falters. Neither does her hands on you that roam your sides like you’re some kind of possession. Like some thing she owns. Well not some thing. After all, Natalie, the girl who grew up with little to call her own tends to hold on tightly to what little she owns. Sometimes too tightly— the cassettes her mother tried to throw out when she was 12 still have nail marks on it. But you don’t mind, don’t care, really— to be another one of her things with claw marks on it— some sick, desperate and maybe insecure part of you even likes the thought. To be marked and owned.

Your lips meet hers again, this time slower, deeper. Reassuring her that you’re here that you’re not going anywhere. Her hands roam your waist and climb up to your chest squeezing the bra covered flesh in between her fingers with the poise of a thirteen year old boy who’s just now discovered tits.

You sigh into her mouth and are about to pull her in for a kiss again, when you look outside and see that the sky is no longer blue with orange streaks and is, in fact, a deep shade of orange— it’s getting late. Fuck.

You huff and rest your forehead on hers. Probably with a little more force than necessary given the sharp throbbing sensation that starts burning across your temple. “We need to go back.”

Nat scoffs, pulling you closer, like a toddler throwing a fit and holding onto it’s favourite stuffy. “They’re not gonna notice if we’re 20 minutes late.” She counters.

You want to believe her you really do but… “It’s getting dark.”

A menacing expression adorns her pale face before she tilts her head up and smacks her own chest in a mock surprised act. “Don’t tell me…”

You furrow your eyebrows at her antics. Not quite knowing what she’s getting at.

She snickers, playfully— maybe a little mockingly. “You’re scared of the dark.” She gasps, dramatically.

“I am not.”

She laughs, bold and unrestrained. You’d like the sound if it weren’t directed at you. “You so are.”

“No. I’m not, I just— don’t wanna get attacked by wolves.”

She keeps laughing, like the bastard she truly is. “Wolves can attack you during the day, princess.” She explains dragging out the nickname that slips so easily from her tongue and caressing your arm in some weird form of Nat-like apology.

You huff and pull her arm away before clawing at her shoulders. “You know what I mean.”

She smirks. “Do I?”

You give up. You truly do. She’s a menace and a complete nuisance and you just love her so much it hurts— wait what? “You’re a menace.” You settle for, not wanting to dwell on that.

“On that we agree.” she states with a little shrug before meeting your lips with her own once again. But she doesn’t deepen the kiss— doesn’t bite you, doesn’t even try to invade your mouth with her tongue. It’s like she’s kissing you just to reassure you that she’s there, that she’s here. With you. “I’m not gonna let a wolf eat my princess.” She jokes, but the words come out like a promise she intends to keep.

You nuzzle your face against her neck. “Ugh I hate you.” You lie— to her? To yourself? You’re not so sure anymore.

Natalie rolls her eyes, again. Not believing you for one second. You don’t blame her though. You don’t believe yourself either. “You say that and yet…”

You kiss her again. Just to shut her up. Just to keep her quiet and stop your mind from going places you’d rather not explore right now.

You grab at the blonde hairs at the base of her neck and claw at her shoulders as you attempt to kiss her better. In doing so you start involuntarily grinding on her lap, against her hardening length.

Natalie opens her mouth and lets out a string of muffled moans against your lips as soon as you start grinding atop her lap. Her hands meet your hips once again and she starts guiding your movements— making you hit her just right.

The contact, the way her hands move on your hips and gently scratch the soft skin and the way her lips collide with yours time and time again, start making you a little needy— maybe even emotional, though you’ll probably keep on blaming it on the isolation you feel, and not on the beautiful girl beneath you whose hands feel like a soothing balm atop your scalding flesh.

“I like you.” You confess, in an unwarranted moment of weakness. You want to slap yourself for ruining the moment with— feelings. But at the same time you can’t just stop yourself from feeling like this. For feeling for her.

She smirks, and meets your lips again in a slow, sensual kiss. “I’ve noticed.” She jokes, while her lips travel from your mouth to your neck at a lazy pace.

You huff. “You don’t understand… I really like you.” You repeat, starting to get frustrated with her callous attitude. Maybe you don’t like everything about her after all.

“I noticed that too.”

You hit her shoulder. Which prompts a curse to leave her plump lips. “Stop being a bastard.”

Her expression softens at that and so does her hold on you. Going from a possessive, bruising grip to an almost protective stance. “I really like you too… and I— really like this.” She tells you, in an uncharacteristic gentle way.

She presses her lips to your forehead. Letting them linger in that same spot for a solid moment before pulling away. Like sealing a promise. “Okay?”

You nod and swallow the knot that was starting to form at the bottom of your throat. “Okay.”

She shakes her head, like she’s trying to gain courage to make some kind of motivational speech. “I’m serious. I would’ve gone fucking nuts out here without you.” She confesses.

Natalie’s head tilts up. So she can look you in the eye. But you don’t have an answer, not a good one anyway. So you cup her cheek instead, and let your thumb run over her soft skin before pressing your face to hers.

Not with lust, but with care. And Natalie must not be used to care given the way her walls fall down, just for a moment, and let you peek into the mind of the girl underneath.

But Natalie hates being vulnerable, so like most things in her life. She breaks it. And destroys the moment. “Good thing you’re half decent with a rifle. Huh? Princess?”

You scoff at that. “Half decent? I caught more game than you!”

“Now you’re just talking out of your ass and we both know it.” She claims, before biting your neck and leaving teeth marks all over your skin.

You try to push her away. “Do you wanna go count the damn rabbits?”

“No…” she grips your thighs, not letting you escape from her bruising grip. “You’re not leaving.”

“Then say it.” You press.

She feigns confusion, still gripping you like she’s scared you’ll somehow be taken away from her. “Say what?”

Your lips find the top of her head before speaking. “That I’m a better shot than you.” You claim, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world and not total bullshit.

She scoffs. “In your dreams, princess.” Her eyes proceed to roll into the back of her head. You don’t know if it’s annoyance or the fact you’ve been sitting on her very hard bulge this entire time. “Just because your granddaddy says you’re a good shot doesn’t mean it’s true.”

You could counter that. You really could. But you realise it’s much more fun to hear her moan than talking shit. So, instead of replying you grind your hips purposely against her hardening length. Using her shoulders for leverage as you move your hips up and down her lap.

Natalie’s head tilts back and hits the blood stained wall of the plane, while her fingers dig into your hips— pulling you closer and guiding your movements atop her lap. A string of breathy moans leave her parted lips as her eyes close in silent contentment, at the pressure against her most sensitive area.

She then moves her head to the side, both giving you access and silently pleading for you to play with the tender flesh of her neck. You concede, you always do. You’re weak like that— and press your lips to her pulse point and nip and suck at the skin coating her throat while your hips continue their steady rhythm on her hardening cock.

It’s when you get to this part that you never know what to do— you’ve never gone further with Nat than this— making out, the occasional hickey and sometimes dry humping each other like teenagers who’ve just discovered sex. Until one or— both of you cum into your pants and make a mess of your underwear.

It honestly starts making you a little insecure— possibly neurotic. It’s not like you buy into every single rumor you’ve ever heard about Nat. Especially not now. But you know she’s also no Virgin Mary. So why the hell hasn’t she made a move on you? Was she scared? Trying to respect some kind of boundary? Or did she just not like you like that?

You decide to ignore the ugly thoughts that start swirling inside of your mind and decide to take initiative— well, some initiative, anyway, and pull your shirt over your head and expose your bra covered chest to her.

Nat smiles, like it’s the first time she’s ever seen a woman’s chest and buries her face in the tender flesh. Smothering herself in between your breasts while guiding your movements atop her lap.

She’s impossibly hard now, you can feel it beneath her pants. In the way that it pokes your entrance and starts forming a wet patch on her dark jeans. So, you angle your hips and hit her length just right.

Natalie moans at that and pulls you closer, her nails digging crescent moon marks on the sides of your hips. Holding onto your body like hers is gonna break if you ever stop moving on her lap. “Fuck… keep doing that.” She pleads.

And you do. You really do. Until you don’t.

Nat frowns when you stop, her expression a mix of annoyance for the lack of stimulation and concern for your wellbeing, but she doesn’t push you away, she never does. Instead, she plants a firm hand on your tight and rubs tight, soothing circles atop your skin, silently pleading for you to tell her what’s wrong. “Hey… you okay?”

You nod. Looking down at her hand. Before managing to push out the words that have been stuck in your throat since the first time you saw her with that damn gun. “Do you… want to?” You ask, a little unsure on how to voice your needs.

Nat shakes her head, like a confused little golden retriever. “Want what?”

“You know…”

A flash of realisation crosses her features before she pulls you closer, running her fingers over your exposed back. “Shit baby of course I do.” She says, before pecking your lips. Her hands still tracing various shapes on the skin of your back.

Your face relaxes a little bit at her words, maybe you were being dramatic after all. “Then why did you never…” You roll your eyes at your own lack of coherence. “You know...”

She smiles and kisses your shoulder, biting it lightly and soothing the bruise right after with the flat of her tongue. “I just…” She laughs, but you can tell there’s a glimmer of insecurity behind her tough act. “Didn’t know if you wanted it, or sum’— you know? I didn't want you to think I was only after that or anything or…make you uncomfortable. You know?” She stutters out before pecking your lips like she’s trying to make up for it.

You roll your eyes. “Do I look uncomfortable to you?” You ask with a hint of sarcasm coating your voice.

She smiles, wide and carefree like a heavy stone was just lifted off her chest. “Then we’re both idiots, princess.”

She pulls you impossibly closer this time, like she’s trying to merge her skin to yours and become one with you. Your lips meet again. But it’s different this time, softer, deeper. Her tongue pushes past your lips and explores your mouth like it belongs there— and maybe it does, maybe it always has. Even when the two of you didn’t talk or look in each other’s direction before the crash.

Natalie pushes you off her lap— much to her own annoyance, mind you. But, unfortunately, she does need to take her pants off if she wants to fuck you. She’s then left wearing only her boxers and plain red bra. That fucking red bra, that makes your mouth water like a freaking dog in the heat and… wait— when did her shirt come off? Well, it doesn’t matter now, because your hands are now all over her tits, so that’s a plus. Natalie, smiles at your eagerness, pushing her chest up and encouraging you to palm her breasts before looking up at you with a more serious expression. “Are you sure you want to do this?” She asks, asking for your consent one more time, just to be sure.

You could cry at her sweetness. And at how wrong everyone in freaking Wiskayok, New Jersey is about the girl in front of you.

“I want this— want you.”

She smiles again, all playfulness and crooked teeth, but it’s real, and it’s her. And it makes your stomach twist with that same loving feeling you’ve been trying so hard to push away. She presses her lips to yours in a searing kiss while helping you down onto the floor, so she can cover your body with her own.

You claw at her back to pull her closer— to feel her warmth all over you, before jerking up and almost hitting her forehead with yours, when you feel something sharp poking at your back. “Ow—” You reach behind you and pull out the culprit— a broken tray table of sorts. You sure as hell hope you have your vaccines up to date, after this one.

Nat can’t contain her laughter this time, at the ridiculousness of it all, and buries her face in that one place between your shoulder blades and your neck while you throw the pointy piece of plastic behind you. Hearing the booming sound it makes, once it hits one of the cracked windows of the plane.

She pushes some of the hair that was starting to cling to your face away, before speaking directly into your ear in a playful voice “Damn we’re really killing this huh?”

You sigh and lay back down on the floor, still under her. “Tell me about it.”

She reaches into the pocket of her discarded pants and pulls out a condom, the way the plastic is a little run down at the corners tells you it’s been there for a while. Natalie starts to open it, right in front of you, like she’s purposely trying to show you that, yes. She’s brought protection. Or that maybe she’s been thinking about this a while. Or that maybe she’s always thinking about this you don’t really know. And you don’t really care.

All you know is that. You don’t want it. Don’t want to feel her inside you wrapped in a piece of plastic. You want her completely. You want it to be real. You want her to be yours.

So like any logical person you grab the condom from her hands and place it beside you both. Making no effort to reach for it again.

Natalie lays her head atop your chest and looks at you through her eyelashes. A soft look on her pale face. You know she probably thinks you’ve changed your mind about being with her, and it’s honestly kinda sweet how she doesn’t get mad about it. At least not outwardly. “What’s wrong? Changed your mind? It’s okay—”

“No, it’s not that…”

She bites her bottom lip and runs a hand over your arm. “Then what is it? I mean I know it’s not the best place—” she says before looking around the wreckage.

“I wanna feel you.” You confess.

She shakes her head, her eyes wide in pure bewilderment. “What—”

“It’s just— we’re probably gonna be dead in a few weeks, anyway…” You sigh and run a hand over her face, catching the beads of sweat that are starting to form on the surface her forehead. “I wanna be with you for real.”

And you do, you wanna be hers and want her to be yours. Completely. No barriers. And hope she feels the same way.

Natalie bites her bottom lip, hard. Her forehead creases like there’s a million thoughts running over her mind at this very moment before she concedes and nods her head. “I wanna feel you too.”

She shifts atop you, pulling her boxers down just enough to free her hard length. She jerks herself off a couple of times, coating her tip in pre-cum before guiding her cock towards your entrance. At first, she presses just the tip against your hole, feeling how your walls suck in her tip. Before she begins pushing it in, slowly. Inch by inch.

You grip her forearm tightly at the intrusion and let out a hard breath through your nose as she keeps pushing inside you. Your face burning while your walls stretch to accommodate her size.

She keeps pushing— gently, firmly. Her hard dick sliding in easily due to how wet you are before her hips meet yours signaling that she’s managed to put her entire length inside you.

She stays there for a moment, eyes fixed on your face, searching for any signs of pain or discomfort, arms at your side, face impossibly close to yours while letting you accommodate to her size. Once she’s satisfied enough with your lack of protest she begins thrusting in and out of you slowly at a controlled pace.

You moan under her before pulling her down for a kiss. Not a deep or even sensual one. Just enough to feel her lips against yours while she moves inside you.

You wrap your legs around her waist, pulling her deeper with each thrust. You can feel every vein, every ridge of her dick inside you. Your nails dig into her back, scratching the tender flesh and leaving angry red lines all over the expanse of her back.

But she clearly doesn’t mind. In fact, each time your nails form a new line across the pale skin of her back she rewards you with a breathy moan.

Natalie leans down to kiss you softly before laughing mid trust. Like a complete goofball who can’t take shit seriously. Not even sex— apparently. “The others are gonna be pissed that we’re not back with the food.”

You laugh alongside her too. Somehow the thought of the others waiting, hungry, while the two of you fuck in a crashed plane, hilarious, for some reason. “They’ll live.” You say, before moaning in contentment after she hits a particularly pleasurable spot inside you.

She starts trailing kisses down your neck. While hitting that same spot over and over again. “Oh ya? You wanna tell that to Jackie?”

You bury your face in the crook of her neck and pull her closer by wrapping your legs tightly around her waist, to stop yourself from laughting at the absurd thought of telling your former captain that dinner will be two hours late because you both decided it was more important to fuck on the wrecked plane then to bring back the food.

Natalie’s face becomes more serious all of a sudden, her movements more precise as she keeps ramming in and out of your hole. You spread your legs wider giving her more room to work her way inside you. Her face grows red with effort as her thrusts become harder, more powerful, stretching your walls and filling you completely while hitting that spongy spot inside you, that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

But her movements come to a halt suddenly, which makes you whine against her skin. “I’m not gonna last.” She confesses before speeding up her movements inside you, chasing her orgasm with the intent of releasing inside you.

You don’t answer her verbally. Pressing your lips to hers instead in a messy kiss. While grabbing her ass and encouraging her to go deeper inside you— to come apart inside you. You want her to cum in you, want to be connected to her completely, no barriers, no rules, no thoughts of the wilderness or the fact that you’re probably never going back home. Just you and her in this bubble of comfort you’ve managed to create for yourselves in this impossible situation.

Natalie’s hand reaches in between your joined bodies and starts rolling your clit in tight, precise circles. Determined to make you cum before her, before she makes a mess of your insides.

Natalie’s hips start faltering in their relentless pace, so does her hand on your wet clit and a soft moan escapes her lips at the prospect of filling you up— of making your hers, she kisses you again, swallowing your lips and your moans. Her thrusts become harder, sloppy. Her hand on your clit applying more pressure before she feels something wet on her dick. Smiling above you and meeting your lips again in a sensual kiss as you fall apart on her cock.

Her hips keep thrusting inside you as you ride out your high chasing her release. Even after you’ve cum and are becoming increasingly overstimulated with the contact there’s only one thing on your mind. You want her to cum inside you, want to feel her release coating your walls.

It doesn’t take much longer for you to feel her cock pulsing inside you— mere seconds before cumming. You pull her impossibly closer to your body. Gripping her dick with your walls before she holds onto you tightly and stills inside you. Filling you with her cum and coating your walls with her juices.

She keeps pounding in and out of you while her orgasm washes over her. No concern of the potential risks, just the need of keeping you close, of making you hers.

Her movements come to a halt and she presses her head to yours before pulling out of you, you feel her release oozing out of your hole and into the plane’s floor. But you don’t care about that right now, not when her softening dick is still pressed against your wetness and her face to yours.

You grab onto her shoulders and pull her body to yours. Your releases mixing at the joint point of your bodies.

“I love you.” You finally say, you don’t care anymore it’s true. And you both know it.

She smiles against your lips. Grinding her softening dick against your lower lips. “I love you too, princess.” She confesses, like a dirty secret before meeting your lips again.

You turn your head to the side, letting her coat the right side of your face with kisses, before glancing at the condom that sat unopened near both of your joined bodies.

The same one you should have probably used.

Because giving birth in the middle of the harsh Canadian wilderness, with Misty fucking Quigley as your OB-GYN was, in fact, not a pleasant experience.

At least your daughter has her eyes.

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You continued to smile at her and say hi when you saw her out and about, even as years passed and you both moved up to high school. You changed for the better, and her, of course, for the worse.

Senior year rolls around, and you've surprisingly started seeking Nat out. It started as usual- smiles and waves in passing- but then it escalated to approaching her at lunch or seeking her out on the rare occasion she actually came to class just to chat.

Natalie is convinced you're trying to trick her into getting close to you, just so you can pull the rug out from underneath her and humiliate her. She knows you're friends with Beth, whose boyfriend cheated on her with Natalie over the summer, so maybe you were trying to help her get revenge of some sort. But that wasn't you... and as much as Nat likes to pretend there's something sinister hiding underneath your patchwork crewneck and ruffle socks, she knows deep down there isn't.

Natalie realizes she has a problem the first time she notices your hands- not in a weird way, of course- just… against your water bottle during lunch, sleeves pulled over your knuckles while you laugh at something one of your friends says. Your nails are painted some chipped pastel color, and there’s a tiny silver ring on your finger that catches the cafeteria lights every time you move. Natalie notices only because she’s sitting across the courtyard pretending not to stare.

“You listening?” Kevyn asks. “Hm?”

“You’re burning your fries.” Natalie looks down, and sure enough, the cigarette between her fingers has dropped ash directly onto the paper tray.

“Shit.” Kevyn snorts while she brushes it off. When she looks back up, you’re already glancing over at her with your typical, warm smile- always with the smiling... Not fake polite smiling either- actual smiling, like seeing Natalie genuinely improves your day somehow.

It makes her instantly suspicious.

You wave a little, Natalie rolls her eyes automatically, but after a second, she lifts two fingers off the table in acknowledgment.

Rookie mistake. Because your posture somehow immediately becomes even more perfect and your smile widens, becoming even brighter, bright enough that Natalie has to look away.

“Dude,” Kevyn says slowly. “Are you flirting with her?”

Natalie almost chokes on smoke, “What?”

“With princess over there.” Natalie scoffs hard enough to sound offended. “Absolutely not.”

Kevyn raises an eyebrow. “Then why do you look constipated every time she talks to you?”

She rolls her eyes, as she always does, “Because she’s weird.”

Kevyn chuckled, taking a bite of his food, “She’s literally just nice.”

“Exactly. Weird.” But even after the conversation changes, Natalie keeps catching herself noticing stupid little things about you- the way you tuck your chin when you laugh, the soft sweaters, the fact that you always carry snacks in your backpack and hand them out without making people ask. It’s irritating.

Worse, she starts noticing other people noticing you too.

Some guy from track leans down by your locker one morning, smiling too hard while you talk. You laugh at something he says, all warm and sweet, and Natalie feels something ugly tighten unexpectedly in her stomach. Not jealousy- obviously not jealousy... More like- Annoyance.

Yeah... annoyance. Because the guy’s clearly a douchebag! That has to be it...

By lunch, Natalie’s in such a bad mood that even Taissa tells her to quit glaring at people- a rare moment of solidarity between the two as they smoke against the side of the building.

“I’m not glaring.”

“You look like you want to kill someone.” Natalie flicks ash into the dirt below her. “Maybe I do.”

Taissa follows her line of sight toward your table.

“Oh my God,” she groans, causing Natalie to stiffen immediately. “What?”

“You seriously have a problem with y/n?” Natalie scoffs immediately, “Please.”

Taissa raises an eyebrow. “You’ve been staring at her for like ten minutes.”

“I’m staring because she’s impossible not to look at.” The words slip out before Natalie can stop them. Tai goes quiet for half a second, a smirk growing on her lips, “Wow.”

Natalie squeezes her eyes shut, wincing slightly as she backtracks. “Not like that, Jesus Christ...”

Taissa’s grin starts forming instantly. “Oh my God.”

“She just-” Natalie gestures vaguely toward your table, where you’re animatedly talking with your hands, sweater sleeves hanging over your knuckles. “She stands out.”

“Because she’s cute?” Natalie rolls her eyes hard. “Because she looks like she belongs in a trix yogurt commercial.”

Taissa laughs and Natalie chuckles with her, taking another drag from her cigarette, somewhat irritated with herself for even entertaining this conversation.

“She’s too nice,” she mutters, “Nobody’s actually like that.”

Tai hums knowingly, “Right.”

“And she keeps talking to me for some reason.”

“Maybe she likes you.” Natalie snorts so hard she almost coughs. “Yeah, okay.”

Across the cafeteria, you glance over at that exact moment and smile automatically when you notice her. Natalie looks away first.

“Shut up,” she says flatly before Taissa can even open her mouth.

Natalie hates being touched unexpectedly (most people do!), so when someone grabs lightly at the sleeve of her flannel in the hallway, her first instinct is irritation. Then she turns around and sees you.

“Oh,” you say softly, immediately letting go. “Sorry.”

Natalie stares at you for a second- your hair’s messy from the wind outside, and you’re holding a folded worksheet against your chest.

“You left this in class,” you explain, gesturing it forward for her to take. Of course, you followed her down the hallway for homework, because apparently that’s just who you are...

Natalie takes the paper carefully. “You could’ve just let me fail.”

“You say that every time.” you roll your eyes playfully and Nat would say that's the most attitude she's ever seen you give anyone

“Because it’s true every time.” You smile a little, shifting your weight on your feet. There’s this thing you do when you’re nervous around her-your fingers twist together unconsciously like you’re winding invisible string around them- Natalie’s noticed that recently, along with too many other things.

“You skipped lunch again,” you blurt out suddenly, causing Natalie to blink. “What?”

“You didn’t eat.” you state as if it's just a casual statement.

“That’s creepy.”

You frown ever so slightly before defending, “It’s observant.”

“You observe me?”

You realize what you said a second too late, face warming instantly. “I mean- not like... you in particular, I just- notice things?”

Natalie should make fun of you for that. Instead, she finds herself weirdly stuck on the idea that you pay attention to her at all. Not because you want gossip or because you’re scared of her- you just… notice.

Natalie sighs deeply, “You don’t have to do this, you know”

“Do what?”

“Keep trying.” Your expression softens in that awful, sincere way again.

“I’m not trying that hard.” There’s no way you understand what that does to her- how dangerous it feels when someone acts like caring about Natalie Scatorccio is effortless.

The hallway buzzes around you with lockers slamming and people yelling, but Natalie suddenly feels hyperaware of everything about you standing there. The strawberry lip gloss. The typical, oversized cardigan sleeves covering half your hands. The tiny star stickers on your notebook.

Cute.

The thought appears suddenly and cleanly in her mind. Cute, cute, cute. Natalie immediately gets defensive with herself.

You’re still talking, completely unaware of the crisis currently unfolding in her brain. “-and I saved you a cookie from study hall because you left and Jeff took, like, four before you came back-”

“You saved me a cookie?” Natalie's brows furrow, one raising slightly in genuine astonishment at your actions

“Yeah?” she stares at you like you’ve spoken another language. Nobody ever saves her things... You blink at her reaction. “Do you want it?”

“Obviously.” You laugh softly and dig through your bag before placing the cookie carefully into her hand like it’s something important. Your fingers brush hers for maybe half a second, and it shouldn’t matter... it shouldn't matter... but it matters enough that Natalie forgets how to speak for an embarrassing amount of time.

“Sorry, is it... okay?” you look between Natalie's emotionally constipated expression and the cookie. Natalie clears her throat roughly. “Fine.”

You smile again. God. That smile... Natalie watches you walk away afterward, cookie still in her hand. She lets her head fall back with a slight a groan,

“What the fuck...”

Natalie decides that she has officially had enough of you after running into you at a party. In all her time of knowing you and going out in Wiskayok, she has never seen you at any sort of function like this

You look deeply out of place- too soft for this house, and Natalie tells herself she should ignore you. Instead, twenty minutes later, she somehow ends up standing beside you in the kitchen while someone argues loudly in the next room.

“oh- hi!” you say brightly when you notice her.

Natalie snorts. “hey.”

You grin into your drink. There’s glitter on your cheekbone, Natalie notices, because apparently her brain has decided to become the world’s most irritating microscope whenever you’re nearby.

“You look pretty,” you say absentmindedly, briefly peeking over the rim of your cup. Natalie freezes, and you follow immediately after, eyes widening slightly like you didn’t mean to say it out loud. The silence that follows is catastrophic, as Natalie feels heat crawl up her neck almost instantly.

“Are you drunk?” she asks.

“A little.”

“Clearly.”

You duck your head, embarrassed. “Sorry.”

But Natalie can’t stop thinking about it as she takes a long sip from her drink to buy herself time. Pretty. Nobody calls her pretty casually- not like that. Usually it’s "hot" or "sexy" or some gross comment shouted from a car window. "Pretty" feels different... more dangerous.

“You don’t have to apologize,” she mutters finally. You glance back up at her carefully, humming and nodding before going back to staring nervously into your cup.

“You are, though.” There it is again- that awful honesty. Natalie suddenly becomes intensely aware of herself- her smudged eyeliner, the chain around her neck, the cigarette tucked behind her ear.

And worse, she becomes aware of you looking at her- not judging, not mocking, not waiting for her to fuck up so you can point it out and laugh about it- just looking, like you actually like what you see.

It makes something nervous twist low in her stomach.

Someone shouts your name from the living room, and you look away for a second. Natalie exhales slowly through her nose as the moment breaks

When you turn back, you smile at her again- smaller this time. Shy, almost. Cute. The thought hits Natalie so hard she physically looks away.

"I'll see you around, Nat- have a good night! Oh- and be safe!"

It's a torrential downpour when Natalie begins to accept the shift.

“Nat!” Natalie pauses halfway down the school parking lot, cigarette tucked between her lips as she turns toward the voice. Your car is idling a few spaces away, window rolled all the way down despite the rain blowing in through it. You lean across the passenger seat to look at her properly, eyebrows pinched together in concern. Water drips steadily from the ends of Natalie’s hair already. The walk home is gonna suck.

“Do you need a ride home?” you ask sweetly, eyes wide with concern.

Natalie blinks once. “Uhm… no, I’m good.”

You glance pointedly toward the sidewalk beyond the parking lot. “Are you walking?”

“Yeah, I always do-”

"It’s raining.” Natalie almost makes a sarcastic comment over you pointing out the obvious, but she just shrugs one shoulder like that settles it, “And?”

“And just get in.” Natalie huffs out a laugh, more defensive than amused. “Y/n, really, I’m-”

“Get. In.” You point firmly at the passenger door, and the sheer seriousness on your face catches her off guard enough that she actually stops arguing for a second. This is ridiculous. YOU are ridiculous. is what she decides.

Your windshield wipers squeak frantically back and forth while you stare at her like this is somehow an emergency. Natalie looks away first, taking a drag from her cigarette to buy herself time.

“You know I’m wet, right?” she says finally. “Like, soaked.”

“That’s kind of what rain does to people- hence why I'm telling you to get in.”

Natalie narrows her eyes slightly. “You always this bossy?”

A tiny smile pulls at your mouth. “Only with stubborn people who refuse help.”

Something uncomfortable flips over in her chest, and she immediately decides she hates that feeling. With a muttered curse under her breath, Natalie yanks open the passenger door and slides inside. The car smells faintly like vanilla and laundry detergent. Cute. Of course it does.

You reach over without thinking and tug a crumpled sweatshirt from the backseat. “Here.”

Natalie stares down at it in confusion. It’s soft-looking, pale blue, probably expensive, “What am I supposed to do with this?”

“Dry off?”

“You just carry extra clothes around?” You shrug, suddenly looking a little embarrassed. “I get cold easily.”

Natalie snorts quietly despite herself. Outside, rain pounds against the windshield hard enough to blur the entire parking lot silver-gray. For a second, neither of you says anything.

"What're you doing here still anyways?"

"I have tutoring after school Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday," you look over your shoulder as you back out, maneuvering your black Corvette out of the school parking lot. Natalie can't help but admire your side profile as you focus- your glossy lips slightly parted as the tip of your tongue pokes out between your teeth.

"Nice car you got..." she shifts her gaze to the dashboard as she fidgets with one of the rings she's wearing. You give an amused hum and glance at her briefly

"Thanks, it's my dad's- I would never drive something like this if I had the option" Natalie's eyes widen, honestly shocked at your opinion

"What? I would kill to have this car!" You glance at her with equally wide eyes, taken aback, but amused nonetheless, by her enthusiasm.

"Really? You know a lot about cars?"

"I know enough to tell you that you're driving one of the nicest cars on the market right now"

"Yeah... that's true." but that apparently doesn't satisfy her, seeing as she scoffs and shifts her body to face you more.

"Then what would be your dream car, Princess?" you can't help but blush at the nickname. You chew on the inside of your cheek thoughtfully for a second, fingers tapping lightly against the steering wheel.

“I think I’d rather have something older,” you admit. “Like… one of those vintage Volkswagen vans.”

Natalie stares at you, “You’re kidding.”

You laugh immediately. “What? They’re cute!”

“They go, like, thirty miles an hour.”

“They have personality.”

“This car has personality.”

“This car has a cocaine problem.” Natalie barks out an actual laugh at that- loud and surprised enough that both of you seem caught off guard by it. You grin instantly, looking entirely too pleased with yourself for causing it.

The rain continues hammering against the windshield while the heater hums softly between you. Natalie can feel warmth slowly returning to her hands, helped slightly by the stupidly soft sweatshirt currently bunched in her lap. She shouldn’t be this comfortable here.

Usually, being around people feels like work- trying to predict what version of her they want, how long until they get tired of her, how long until they leave. But with you, things just… happen. It makes her suspicious enough to keep poking at you.

“You said you were coming from tutoring?”

“Yup!”

“Huh.” Natalie glances over at you again. “I always assumed you were naturally the smartest person in the room.” She smirks slightly. “Guess even little miss perfect needs help sometimes too.”

You blink before laughing softly, something shy and kind of embarrassed, almost.

“I was actually the one tutoring someone else,” you admit. “But I’m definitely not perfect, and I do spend way more time than I probably should studying, so I promise—”

“I’m just teasing you…”

“Oh.” You glance at her quickly, cheeks pinkening a little, while Natalie immediately looks back out the window before she can think too hard about how cute that reaction was.

A few beats of silence pass, aside from the low volume of the radio and the rain against your car

"Uhm, where am I dropping you off at?"

"Oh, yeah," she gives you her address and you continue driving, vaguely familiar with the area.

“Oh.”

You glance at her quickly, cheeks pinkening a little, while Natalie immediately looks back out the window before she can think too hard about how cute that reaction was.

A few beats of silence pass, aside from the low volume of the radio and the rain against your car.

“Uhm, where am I dropping you off at?”

“Oh, yeah.” Natalie gives you her address, and you continue driving, vaguely familiar with the area. The farther you get from school, the quieter things become- streetlights grow sparse, houses spread farther apart. Neither of you says much as Natalie watches your hands on the steering wheel, while your eyes stay on the road. By the time the entrance to the trailer park comes into view, the rain has eased into a steady drizzle.

“There,” Natalie says, pointing ahead. You nod and slow down, then Natalie notices you're actually preparing to drive all the way inside.

“Wait.” You glance over immediately. “What?”

“Just pull over here.” Your eyebrows knit together. “Here? outside the park?”

“Yeah.” You hesitate, then guide the Corvette onto the gravel shoulder near the edge of the park. The engine stays running and for a moment neither of you moves.

“You don't want me to drive you the rest of the way? I'm sure it's like- super muddy by now...”

Natalie shrugs. “Not really.” You study her face for a second before nodding. “Okay.”

The answer comes too easily- no questions, no pushing- just okay. And Nat honestly can't tell if that makes her feel better or worse at this point

The rain taps softly against the roof, the heater hums, and neither of you makes any sort of move to end this interaction. Instead, Natalie sits there picking at one of the rings on her fingers, staring out through the rain-streaked windshield.

“You're weird, you know that?” You laugh quietly. “I've heard that before.”

“No, I mean it.” The smile on your face falters slightly. “Why do you keep doing this?”

“Doing what?” your shoulder sag slightly, and you're already taking on a kicked puppy look that has Nat wishing she had just walked home

“This.” She gestures vaguely between the two of you. “Talking to me. Looking for me at school. Giving me rides home and shit.”

Your brows furrow as you blink. Natalie notices your grip on the steering wheel to tighten ever so slightly as you tense with an anxious confusion, “Because... we're friends?”

Natalie lets out a short, humorless laugh. “You think so?”

The question hangs in the air, and Nat immediately notices something shift in your expression. Not dramatic, but just enough for her to realize it wasn't okay to tease anymore.

“Oh.”

Natalie looks away first, rolling her eyes, trying to push down her newfound guilt, “Come on, y/n.”

“No, yeah, I don't- I don't know why I said that... I guess,” You sound so... far away, like you're processing each individual word as you say it. You suddenly seem very interested in the steering wheel as you take a slow breath and quickly spare a glance in Nat's direction, forcing the tiniest smile on your face as a formality, “Forget I said that.”

“That's not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?” There's no anger in your voice whatsoever. If anything, you sound embarrassed, which somehow makes Natalie feel worse. Nat rubs at the back of her neck, still avoiding looking at you altogether

“I don't know.” You give a small nod, the kind people do when they're pretending something doesn't bother them.

“Okay.” The silence that follows is awful. Outside, rain continues drumming against the car. Inside, the warmth suddenly feels stifling.

Natalie hates this- the way you're shrinking into yourself and the fact that she caused it- But mostly she hates that she doesn't know how to explain what she actually means.

“It's just...” She exhales sharply. “I don't get it.”

You glance over. “Get what?”

“Why you're like this.”

Your eyebrows pull together, frown deepening- Natalie's chest tightens as she think she might even see a sheen of tears start to gloss over your eyes- oh god, please no.

“What do you mean?” you mumble, pitifully

She tries not to take her frustration out on you, but Natalie can't help her semi-harsh tone as she tries to get to the point, “Why are you being nice to me?”

The confusion on your face only frustrates her more, “Because I want to be?”

“No, but why?”

You stare, seeming to begin to become somewhat overwhelmed by her lack of understanding, but Natalie presses on, “Seriously, y/n, you have friends- good ones! People actually like you.”

“People like you too-” Natalie laughs bitterly at that. “Right.”

“I'm serious.”

“You shouldn't be.” Your gaze drops, just for a second, and suddenly Natalie hears how harsh she sounds, but once she starts talking, she can't seem to stop.

“Most people don't just decide they wanna hang around me for no reason.”

“Nat-”

“No, seriously.” She shakes her head. “What's the angle here?”

Your expression falls completely. “What?”

“What do you want?” It's so sharp and honestly, mean how she's talking to you- Nat knows this- but it's only irking her more that she even has to spell it out for you in the first place.

“There isn't one.” You sound so sad and sincere, and she wants to believe you so badly, but her own allegiance to isolation and self sabotage refuses to let her do so

Natalie scoffs again, elbow resting on the door frame near the handle, “Sure.”

“There isn't.” you stand a bit firmer in your words, but there's still a hint of submission in them, like you're scared to raise your voice at her.

“You expect me to believe that?” The hurt flashes across your face so quickly that Natalie almost misses it

“Okay,” You look down at your lap. “That's what you think?”

The question comes out so quiet- so disappointed- and Natalie immediately wishes she could take the whole conversation back. She honestly wishes she just walked away from you in the first place and never even accepted the ride home- that would've spared her from this entire guilt-filled interaction.

You let out a small, embarrassed laugh, “God.”

Natalie peeks over as you shake your head once, a small, forced watery smile on your face. “I'm sorry- I didn't realize I was making you uncomfortable-”

she cuts you off “You weren't-”

You battle back softly in return, “It's okay.”

You turn to unlock the door, “You should probably go before the rain gets worse.”

Something unpleasant rapidly twists in Natalie's stomach... Because suddenly you're pulling away. You're not throwing sarcastic jabs at her, or spouting insults about how much she sucks, and you're definitely not backtracking and making her feel like shit for not giving you what you wanted...

You're just... retreating.

“Y/n,” Natalie stares at the dashboard- anywhere but your face.

“I didn't mean it like that.” You don't say anything, which means she has to keep talking. Great.

“I just...” She exhales. “People usually want something.” The words come out quieter this time, more honest.

“That's all.” For the first time since the conversation started, you really look at her. The defensiveness. The suspicion. The way she's practically bracing for impact.

Understanding slowly replaces the hurt on your face, as you nod once “Oh.”

Natalie swallows, “I wasn't trying to be an asshole.”

A tiny smile appears, “Could've fooled me.”

Natalie groans immediately, “Yeah, alright.”

That earns a small laugh from you as you glance back down at your hands, kneading together in your lap. The tension eases slightly into something softer, but still present and awkward. After a moment, you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.

“For the record,” you say quietly, “I don't want anything from you.”

Natalie looks over- your cheeks are flushed again, from embarrassment or the heat in the car, she can't tell.

“I just like talking to you.” There it is... that sincerity... that awful, impossible sincerity. Natalie looks away before you can see the way it affects her.

“That's still weird,” she mutters, but this time, your smile grows as you shrug shyly, “Maybe.”

And this time, when the silence settles between you, it doesn't feel quite so heavy.

Nothing is really different. Well- everything is different after you drove Natalie home that day- but it doesn't really seem like it... in a way? The subtle shifts are so small that nobody else would notice it- not even you!

You're standing by your locker before first period, digging through a folder while talking to one of your classmates, when Natalie spots you from halfway down the hall. Usually, she'd keep walking, but instead, she lifts her chin once, a silent acknowledgement.

Your reaction is automatic, face brightening immediately, posture straightening, disposition becoming warmer overall. Natalie has to fight the urge to roll her eyes, but she also finds herself having to bite back a small as well.

You wave, of course, and Natalie gives you two fingers in response before continuing down the hallway.

By lunch, she's already regretting it, because apparently now you've decided this means you're allowed to sit beside her.

"You mind?" you ask, tray balanced in your hands.

Natalie glances at the empty seat next to her, then raises a brow at you. "Seriously?"

Your wide, doe-eyed expressions fall immediately as you pout dramatically, and Natalie can't help the snort she lets out before taking a bite of her food.

"I'm not coming to bother you for no reason, I just wanted to ask you about the psych homework-" this pulls a snicker from Van, "You wanted to ask Nat about homework?"

You finally acknowledge the others sitting at the table- a handful of the varsity soccer girls, who you're all pretty familiar with.

Before you could respond, Natalie is clearing her throat and drawing your attention back to her, "What'd you need?"

You take that as permission to sit, and even after you're done "bothering" her, for some reason, Natalie doesn't tell you to leave. Neither does anyone else. Tai notices, Shauna notices, even Jackie Notices- The looks they give Natalie from across the table as you pop up and dash away a few minutes before the end of the period are insufferable.

"She's so cute- like a little bunny!" Natalie groans into her hands, "Jax you can't be serious, right now"

Little things... it's always something little with you that alters her brain chemistry.

"You're bleeding." Natalie looks up from her cigarette to see you're pointing toward her knuckles, where, sure enough, there's a fresh scrape, she doesn't even remember getting.

"It's fine."

"It doesn't look fine."

"It's a scratch." You stare at her with an unimpressed brow raised, then, without saying a word, you reach into your backpack and pull out a handful of bandaids. Of course, you carry bandaids on you. Natalie can't help the chuckle that escapes her.

"What?"

"You carry those around?" You look genuinely confused. "Doesn't everybody?"

"No."

"Oh."

The two of you stand there awkwardly for a second, then you hold one out. Natalie could refuse- you're expecting her to- she should refuse, at least by her own standards. Instead, she sighs dramatically and sticks out her hand.

Your face lights up, but you try to hide it, settling for a more satisfied glimmer rather than an excited beam- It's ridiculous how pleased you look.

"You're acting like I just solved world peace."

"You accepted help. That's practically the same thing to me"

Natalie huffed out a laugh, rolling her eyes affectionately (though she'd be caught dead before admitting such) "Don't get used to it."

"Oh, I already am." You teased back, slightly surprising Nat with a small development in confidence. She leaves the Band-Aid on for the rest of the day.

You talk while she smokes outside before school. You walk together between classes if you're heading in the same direction. Sometimes you show up at her lunch table, sometimes Natalie finds herself looking for you first.

It's subtle. Microscopic. But it's there.

Friday afternoon, she's leaning against a wall outside the gym when you appear beside her. "Hi."

"Hi." You smile, and Natalie waits for the rest of your approach.

"...That's it?" she asks. "What?"

"You came all the way over here just to say hi?"

Your smile grows. "Maybe."

Natalie shakes her head. "Weirdo."

"Asshole." She tilts her chin down at this to hide her amused grin, finding you even cuter when you bite back,

"You like it."

"I do." The answer comes too fast, too honest- your face immediately begins to burn, and Nat feels something warm settle low in her chest. Before either of you can say anything else, the bell rings, and students immediately start flooding into the hallway around you.

"See you later, Nat." You take a step backward.

"Yeah." You start walking away, then turn to look angelically over your shoulder and toss her a wave, before Natalie watches you disappear into the crowd. And for once, she allows the smile to stay on her face as she continues her day.

The following week, Natalie is sitting on the hood of Kevyn's car after school when she spots you crossing the parking lot. You're busy trying to balance three textbooks, your backpack, and a paper coffee cup- It's a disaster waiting to happen.

Natalie watches it unfold for approximately five seconds before one of the books slips- you catch it. Then the coffee starts tipping- you save that too. Then another book starts sliding...

"Jesus Christ," Natalie mutters.

"What?" Kevyn asks.

"Nothing." Across the lot, you're still fighting for your life against gravity. Natalie can't help it.

"Hey, Princess!" Your head immediately snaps up. The smile that appears when you spot her is embarrassingly immediate, face shifting from wide-eyed panic to comfort, familiarity.

"Hi, Nat!"

One of the books slips again. Natalie groans. "How are you this bad at carrying things?"

You look down at the pile in your arms, then back at her with a tired smile and tilt of your head. "I'm managing."

The coffee wobbles dangerously. Natalie raises an eyebrow. You glance at it. "...Mostly."

She snorts, the sound surprising both of you, causing your smile to grow. Which is obviously annoying, because now Natalie can practically see you realizing in real time that she's teasing you instead of brushing you off. You hurry over anyway.

"Hi," you say again, stopping in front of her.

she raises her brows, amused, yet trying not to seem as such "Hi."

"How was your day?" Natalie eyes the stack in your arms. "Better than yours, it looks like..."

You laugh. "God, you're mean."

"You're carrying six hundred pounds of paper!"

You roll your eyes dramatically, "It's three textbooks."

"Same thing." You shift your weight and nearly lose one again, but Natalie reaches out automatically to steady it. The movement surprises her as much as it surprises you, and for a second, both of you freeze. Then Natalie immediately pulls her hand back,

"There." You blink and hover, "Thanks."

"Don't mention it." A grin tugs at your mouth. Too knowing. Natalie points at it immediately.

"Whatever you're thinking, stop."

"I'm not thinking anything."

"Liar." You laugh again. Fuck. She likes that laugh way too much.

"Okay," you admit. "Maybe I'm thinking something."

"Terrifying."

"I just think it's nice when you're sweet to me, that's all." you shrug with a bit of a playful grin, to which Natalie barks out a laugh

"Watch it." You beam- like actually beam the most glittering smile she's ever seen. Like she'd handed you a winning lottery ticket instead of a half-assed joke. The reaction is so ridiculous that Natalie finds herself smiling despite every effort not to.

Natalie doesn't mean to end up alone with you- at least that's what she tells herself. Practice let out about 20 minutes early, and she'd only stayed behind because she couldn't find her lighter. That's it, really nothing to do with the fact that she knew your tutoring sessions ended around the same time. Nothing to do with the fact that she'd started unconsciously memorizing your schedule- definitely not.

She's sitting on the bleachers behind the school when she hears footsteps approaching.

"You know smoking's bad for you, right?" Natalie doesn't even bother looking up.

"Wow. Really?" You laugh, the sound so familiar enough now that it immediately gives away who you are.

"I figured somebody should tell you."

"You're about six years late." You climb the bleachers and sit down beside her- not too close, but not far away at all either. For a while, neither of you says anything. The sun is setting behind the football field, casting everything in gold and orange.

You pull your cardigan sleeves over your hands, and of course, Natalie notices. "Cold?"

You shrug, "A little."

She snorts, "Then why are you sitting outside?"

"Wanted to."

"That's stupid."

"You're outside too."

"Yeah, but I'm stupid." That earns a laugh, leaving Natalie smiling despite herself.

"You know," you say after a moment, a teasing lilt already taking over your tone, "you've been nicer lately."

Natalie groans immediately, "Oh my God."

"What??"

"Don't say things like that." You grin and stare back into the distance of the field, "It's true."

"I literally insult you every day."

"Affectionately." Natalie turns her full body to stare at you.

"Affectionately?"

You nod, "Affectionately."

"You're delusional."

"Maybe." Your smile softens slightly, "Or maybe I'm right."

For some reason, that makes Natalie nervous, all because you really hit the nail right on the head. A few weeks ago, she would've brushed you off and walked away, probably given you some sarcastic answer and left it at that.

Now she catches herself looking for you in hallways, saving you a seat in classes she used to skip, making jokes just to hear you laugh. It's really become a problem. And judging by the look on your face, you know it too. The realization settles between you quietly, and either of you looks away.

"You're staring," Natalie mutters.

Your smile quirks up a bit, "You started it."

"No, I didn't." Natalie is hyper aware of how the sunset catches in your eyes and bathes you in a warm glow. You're fully grinning now, "You absolutely did."

Natalie suddenly becomes very aware of how close you're sitting. Close enough that she can smell your lavender shampoo. Close enough to count your freckles and moles if she really wanted to. Close enough that looking away feels harder than it should. Your gaze flickers briefly downward, then immediately back up. The movement is tiny, but it's noted, and something in Natalie's chest immediately goes haywire.

"Hey, princess?." Your body tenses ever so slightly to be noticeable, cheeks flushing.

"Yeah, Nat?"

"You're looking at me like that again."

Your gaze flickers down again shyly as you laugh softly, then glance back up with a glimmer, "How am I looking at you?"

Natalie opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. Because honestly?She doesn't have an answer. You're just looking at her- like you always do. Like she's somebody worth looking at...

The thought hits harder than it should, and for a few seconds, neither of you says anything. The world feels strangely quiet, aside from the distant traffic and the sound of your breathing.

"Hey," you say softly, gathering Nat's attention. Your expression has shifted from blithe, confident teasing back to that semi-anxious, unsure energy you used to carry around her, like you're waiting for some sort of permission.

"Hey." Your eyes flick to her mouth again. This time, neither of you pretends not to notice. The distance between you suddenly feels very small, very easy to cross. Natalie doesn't overthink it- if she does, she'll talk herself out of it- so instead she leans forward, just enough to brush her lips against yours

Your gaze flickers down again shyly as you laugh softly, then glance back up with a glimmer. "How am I looking at you?"

Natalie opens her mouth, but nothing comes out.

Because honestly?

She doesn't have an answer.

You're just looking at her—like you always do. Like she's somebody worth looking at.

The thought hits harder than it should, and for a few seconds, neither of you says anything. The world feels strangely quiet, aside from the distant traffic and the sound of your breathing.

"Hey," you say softly, gathering Nat's attention.

Your expression has shifted from blithe, confident teasing back to that semi-anxious, unsure energy you used to carry around her, like you're waiting for some sort of permission.

"Hey." Your eyes flick to her mouth again. This time, neither of you pretends not to notice. The distance between you suddenly feels very small, very easy to cross. Natalie doesn't overthink it- if she does, she'll talk herself out of it- so instead she leans forward, just enough to brush her lips against yours

You're frozen, totally stiff, and Natalie almost backs down, then you begin to kiss her back, so softly and carefully, like you're scared the moment will break and fade away if you push for too much.

Natalie's hand finds the hem of your top as they land on your waist. She uses her other hand to push you back slightly, has you lie down on the chilled metal bleachers. She hovers over you, caressing the skin underneath the hem of your shirt, as your hands come up to rest on her cheeks.

She bites your bottom lip, pulling a shocked but pleased hum from you, allowing her tongue further access into your mouth. The second kiss lasts longer. Not rushed in any way. Just warm and sensual- the kind of warmth that makes her chest feel strangely light.

When you finally pull back, it's only far enough to look at her with an impossible smile and your typical doe eyes, that now have a new sparkle to them. And then, to Natalie's horror, your eyes start watering.

"Oh my God."

You immediately cover your face, "No!"

She lets out an amused giggle against her will, "Are you crying?"

"No!!"

"You are absolutely crying." You sit up in an instant, one leg slightly draped over hers.

"I am not crying!" You're laughing now, which only makes your argument significantly less convincing.

Natalie stares at you in disbelief, "Princess."

"Oh, shut up." A laugh escapes her before she can stop it, as she continues to caress your waist. The sound seems to make you grin even harder, which then causes Natalie to only want to kiss you again, and even harder

"You kissed me," you say, like you've just discovered a miracle.

Natalie groans, an affectionate, exhausted grin on her face. "There it is."

"What??" you swing yourself to be full, mirroring her seated position, facing the mostly set sun.

"You're being weird-"

You cut her off with an incredulous scoff, balking at her momentarily, "I'm allowed to be weird over this!"

She hums and gives you a look that says, "are you sure about that?" enjoying your dropped jaw and overall offended expression. You bump your shoulder against hers, and she bumps back, leaving you both giggling against each other.

The sunset has nearly disappeared now, leaving the football field washed in soft evening light. For a while, you both just sit there, close enough that your shoulders touch, neither one in any hurry to leave.

After a minute, Natalie feels your head carefully settle against her shoulder. Tentatively, like you're giving her the chance to complain. She rolls her eyes, and even though you can't see it, she's almost sure you feel it somehow. She reaches her hand to pull your head down fully against her shoulder, while shifting slightly so you're more comfortable.

You immediately go still. Natalie pretends not to notice.

The last of the sunlight has faded behind the trees, leaving everything washed in soft blues and golds. Somewhere in the distance, a car door slams, crickets have started up already, and for once, neither of you feels any urgency to fill the silence.

Your shoulder presses lightly against hers, embracing the warmth and newfound comfort. Natalie lets herself enjoy it for a minute before glancing down, seeing absurdly content you look, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. You catch it immediately- of course you do. Your own smile grows in response, and suddenly Natalie understands exactly why people spoil you.

She shakes her head and nudges yours lightly with her own, the motion earning a quiet laugh from you, then another, and soon you're both smiling for no real reason at all.

As the evening grows darker, your hand eventually finds its way between the two of you, resting against the bleacher without much thought. Natalie's gaze drops to it, and she hesitates for all of three seconds, then hooks her pinky around yours. Your breath catches, smile turning impossibly soft as you somehow manage to melt further into her side.

You drive her home that night and make out a little more in your backseat before you remind her that you do in fact, have a curfew. You call each other over the phone multiple times a week now, after not-so-casually hinting at wanting Natalie's number. And now Nat hopes and prays she never runs into you when she's out at a party, just so she can call you after and make sure you're tucked in bed safely (and so she can come visit you after).